Concussions

[Intro]
Gang
Young street nigga
Young street nigga
Young street nigga
Gang (gang)
Woah Woah Woah

[Verse]
Since I fucked the game up, they tryna fuck my name up
You call the police if you want, but you know they can't tame us
My old hoes hate my new ways cause I came up
We’re old poles weak as new bodies bitch we dangerous
My rich bitch make a broke bitch get a change up
We cut her up, left the paramedics picking brains up
We got the chain and we got the things get a change up
The white shit I searched for make the fiends veins blow up
I walk mad as my designer, I got mix matched route